Once again we're unable to use Fortress Thornton due to them double booking us with their juniors (again) so once more we're forced to re-arrange a home game. And after we made them those lovely metal gates too. Flippin' ingrates.
Once more this weeks after match menu at the Old Town Hall was chip butties ! (bring back some salad... please !!!)
It's an omen... Once again the Jollys lose the toss and are put in to bat. But shortly thereafter the balls flying around the pitch as Dave gets his eye in. Are things looking up ?
Well we had high hopes for a Stuey & Dave partnership but after a brief stint in the middle Stuey comes off for a well deserved pint. Due to both teams being short this week (it was 9 Jollys versus10 Swifts !) note the complete absence of fielders within camera shot.
The Swifts wicketkeeper dives to the floor as he spots the loose change "Cats" has dropped. Little does he know it's all old foreign currency (mostly Drachmas with a few fake Escudos thrown in for variety) and has been put there in a deliberate attempt to distract the fielders (it's always good when a plan comes together :)
Ogs gets in a spot of practice whilst walking to the wicket. Thirty four assorted midges, daddy long legs and a bol weevil were injured during the taking of this picture (and quite what a bol weevil was doing at South Shore is beyond us as they don't usually order any 'til late July)
New man "Cats" returns back to the pavillion after his first innings for the Jollys. And there's nothing like a good scratch after a hard bit of batting. But with the nickname "Cats" there's got to be an obligatory "All your base" reference.... "How are you Gentlemen ? All your wickets are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction, make your time" (yeah, yeah, old stuff I know but, being simple, I still think it's funny :)
No !!! Baz !!! You're not in your wardrobe now. Put it away. That's a new bat and it doesn't need "damping down". It's already been covered in Linseed oil by the manufacturers.
Phew, only kidding... The camera was
lying and Baz was merely putting his gloves on. But a
short while later he returns to the shivering mass of
Jollys (despite the sunshine there was a cold, cold wind)
A few balls later and our innings is over.
So to make up for the lack of bowling
pictures todays random picture features "Corky"
the cat who's nipped round for a spot of free lunch. Now
something like a venerable 15 years old (that's about
3,479 "in human years") he looks just like the
Jollys season so far. Rather moth eaten and somewhat
decrepit but with plenty of spirit left !